My mind wonders

away from me

so frequently

I rarely see.

But when I glimpse                                        

my wondering mind

it’s then I find

the cogs at grind.

Fleeting revelation
Enduring correlation 

dualist idolisation

My mind a separation.
A fools idol, that mind, a’wondering,

to freedoms call, it goes a’blundering,

as I recall, and I’m surrendering 

my freedoms lost, to idle rendering. 

To know this creeping paradox,

is to sever clinks, disguised as cogs. 

The minds’ defiance, it unlocks

unveiling pebbles, from the rocks.

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